Posts Tagged ‘pancakes’

Oldest had her friend stay over Friday night. For breakfast Saturday, I made pancakes, 2 each. Now he can be a picky eater, but I know he will atleast eat 1 whole pancake, before saying he is full. So I get all the cakes of pan done, and holler for the kids. They come into the kitchen, and he is starving because he announces that he is going to have seconds. In my head, I am thinking sorry dude, didn’t make enough for seconds. I usually do and no one eats them. So they sit down to eat. I holler for hubby who is enthralled in a 007 movie at 9:30 in the morning. I tell him 3 times to come eat. (Funny how they always tune us out when watching t.v.) I finally make eye contact with him and he says, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Oh geeze give me a break. He then wants to eat in the living room, so he doesn’t miss any of the movie that has captivated him. I, being the good wifey that I am, brings him his plate and the sugar syrup bottle. He is spoiled I know. I go back to see if Little L is eating and she is, watching the boy the whole time. She loves when he comes over. I am trying to get my lonely pancake onto a plate when everyone needs something to drink. I go to open the fridge and had an idea. I shall promote Oldest to milk pouring duty. Momma is gonna eat a hot meal even if it is a measly pancake. I get my plate and am ready to sit at the table when suddenly everyone else is done. Oldest suprisingly couldn’t eat all of hers, but her little friend actually finished both of his.
They all scramble back to the cave, for some more xbox, before his dad comes to get him. I sit down thinking atleast I have my little baby to eat with. Nope, she sees them leave and off she goes, with the rest of her pancake in her little hand. “Oh well, atleast I have some peace and quiet while I eat.” I think to myself, since there was no one to say it to. I am about half way through,  when L comes back into the kitchen and points at her diaper. “Leave it on.” I tell her. Crap, I forgot to button the onsie when I changed her earlier.

She begins pulling at the tape and one side is loose within a second. Can’t I just eat one meal, without yelling, fussing, fuming, or threatening? No, not in this house. The other side is not coming loose, but this does not stop her. She pulls and tugs and finally wiggles free from its grasp. I slowly finish my breakfast. At this point it doesn’t really matter. She is happily running through the house with her bare booty a showing. Oldest comes through and I ask her to find the diaper. It was on the living room floor.  She picks it up and instead of trying to wrestle L back into it or even bring it to me, she takes it to the bedroom and throws it on the stack of diapers by the bed. Luckily, it was clean. After retrieving it, I cornered L in the cave and got it back on her then snapped her onsie. No more escaping today little one! 😉

So who gets up and goes to the store to get chocolate syrup just so everyone can have chocolate covered pancakes yesterday morning? Yep, you guessed it, the girl that is typing this did. But I must admit, I didn’t want to go. I got outnumbered, 3 to 1.

Chocolate syrup on pancakes? Yes, that is what I said. My husbands mom used to make them, but she made her syrup from the recipe on the Hershey cocoa powder box. I am sure hers were way more delicious but I admit, I am lazy. I go for the easy way and do Hershey’s syrup. I just put some in a bowl and heat it up, then drizzle over the pancake. It does take alot tho. And can be very rich in the mornings. I like it as more of a desert.

I got up and thought, hum wonder what to make for breakfast. (Light bulb) I haven’t made pancakes in a while, I shall do that, I thought. I tell hubby and oldest and oldest just had to ask. “Do we have any chocolate syrup?” “No, I haven’t bought any for months.” Hubby joins in and says, “You better go to the store then.” “I don’t want to.” I state. “OH come on mom, I’ll go with.” I look at the clock and it was getting kinda late. “Just go, it’s not gonna hurt”, he said. I hesitated for a bit then went on and got dressed. Cursing under my breath, why did I have to say it outloud? I should have just made the damn things and they would have been happy with good ole Aunt Jemima syrup we have.

Anyways, we loaded up and went right up to Walgreens, which is on the corner, close by. Went in, and no syrup to be found. We went up one row and down the other. Nope, oh well, just have to make due with regular syrup. Then oldest remembers that they have a candy isle. “Maybe it is down that one,” she says. Ok so we walk down that one. “Ahh, I’m sorry honey.” We turn around and I have to go down the Christmas isle, cause that is where the fun stuff is. We played around for several minutes, oohed and awed over the cute stuff. I looked at oldest and said, why don’t we look one more time. Mom guilt coming out there. So we walked back down, and I said “They have coffee and they have creamer. Looks like they would have…” “Here it is!” She yells. It was pushed back just far enough where it was out of view. “Well there you go. You happy now?” I asked. “Yep, let’s go.” She said with a big smile.  We headed on back to the counter and paid for her yummy find and headed home. “Mom, you gonna have one?” I will just go with regular syrup. That’s too much for me in the morning. I said. I got all the pancakes done when hubby tells me he only wants one. Really now. after he made a big deal out of me going and he only wanted one. Geesh. After getting everyone’s made, I did give in and used the remainder of syrup on my own pancake. But it was just one. One big one, but that is beside the point. I do have to admit, it was pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. 🙂

Before picture...all happy!

Before picture…all happy!

After picture...She is saying "I can't believe I ate it all!"

After picture…She is saying “I can’t believe I ate it all!”